Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes
She is coming, my own, my sweet;
Were it ever so airy a tread,
My heart would hear her and beat,
Were it earth in an earthly bed;
My dust would hear her and beat,
Had I lain for a century dead;
Would start and tremble under her feet,
And blossom in purple and red.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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My greatest concern is that the emergence of this technology without the appropriate public attention and international controls could lead to an unstable arms race.
K. Eric Drexler
I have a lot of things to prove to myself. One is that I can live my life fearlessly.
Oprah Winfrey
I believe that everybody has the right to view his or her own body as a palette. However, I think intellectuals should at least try to be role models.
Camille Paglia
Is it right to shoot the poor prostitute or a woman who is unfaithful to her husband, or a man who loves another man?
Oriana Fallaci
In Romania, we have pledged to create a modern public service: well-educated, appropriately rewarded and above all, de-politicized.
Victor Ponta
Who wouldn't like to give up normal life? I mean, normal life, you know, is the second worst thing to death itself. I think normality is something that makes everything very static, and I try to make my days, my daily routines, as uneven and rich as possible.
Vik Muniz
Such taxes upon the necessaries of life, when they have grown up to a certain height, are a curse equal to the barrenness of the earth and the inclemency of the heavens; and yet it is in the richest and most industrious countries that they have been most generally imposed. No other countries could support so great a disorder.
Adam Smith
Water-based life is very much an Earth-centric view, and we can push the envelope on that here in our own solar system. We have the methane seas of Titan.
Ellen Stofan
To me He is all fault who hath no fault at all: For who loves me must have a touch of earth.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
I think of the security of cages. How violence, cruelty, oppression, become a kind of home, a familiar pattern, a cage, in which we know how to operate and define ourselves.
Eve Ensler
She is coming, my own, my sweet;
Were it ever so airy a tread,
My heart would hear her and beat,
Were it earth in an earthly bed;
My dust would hear her and beat,
Had I lain for a century dead;
Would start and tremble under her feet,
And blossom in purple and red.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
